Page 66 of Soulless Saint

He rolled his eyes.

“You only said it was, like, the best night of your entire existence.”

He shrugged.

“Ugh. Fine. I’m sorry, Tobes. If it makes you hate me any less, I did ask him if there was any chance he was gay, first.”

He swatted my arm. “You did not!”

“I did.”

He pursed his lips again, crossing his arms to consider me. “Well then, I guess I forgive you, but only if you tell me in detail what I’m missing out on. I want length, girth, shape, veiny, not-veiny, cut, uncut?”

I blushed and Toby snapped his fingers, indicating that he wanted this information right now, in the middle of the thrift store.

My phone chimed in my pocket and I thanked my lucky fucking stars for the interruption, drawing it from my purse.

“If that’s Kaleb…”

I frowned, looking at the messages on the screen. Two from Ava Jade demanding I accept the three tickets to the Primal Ethos concert she emailed me—even though I tried to tell her I wanted to buy them myself—and one from Unknown. My hackles immediately rose seeing the white text on the screen beneath the sender.

Unknown: Liar.

“Becca, what is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I swallowed hard, tapping the message with shaking fingers, a hundred bad memories rising to the surface. My bestie, Ava Jade, had a stalker. He used to send her messages just like this one. Taunting. Vague. Until they were less taunts and more action.

Until those messages almost got everyone she cared about killed.

The razorblades in my throat cut sharply as I tapped the message, my chest tight as I typed out a reply.

Becca: Who is this?

But at the same time the message sent another one was received.

Unknown: Your friend told me you’re a solo act.

What?

Unknown: I’ll give you a hint. It starts with A and ends with you agreeing to a date with me.

Aodhán?

“Did you give my number to anyone?”

Toby winced.

“Oh my god, Tobes, what the fuck?”

He held up his hands. “Okay, in my defense he said that you’d written it down for him on a napkin and he lost it. And really, Becks, have you seen the guy? Tres hot. Like, angels would weep at his Irish beauty. I did you a favor.”

I sighed, going back to my phone screen to grudgingly add Aodhán to my contacts, because I totally needed to be talking to another tattooed Adonis right now.

Becca: Tricking my friend to get my number? Classy. Also, you must have a death wish pulling the stunt you pulled last night. What the hell were you thinking?

Aodhán: I was thinking you might take me up on that date if I won.

Becca: Wrong.

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